shining just for you.

welcome, welcome, welcome. this is an independent, private, & highly selective rp blog for the character of cinderella as portrayed in the 2013 stage musical rodgers & hammerstein’s: cinderella, written by richard rodgers & oscar hammerstein II with a book by douglas carter beane.

my name is nicole, i’m twenty-five years old, residing in the eastern timezone, and working full time in the healthcare field while working towards my masters degree. i have been writing ella for over five years now, and you can find a link to my google doc here to find a full set of rules & other information to know about ella.

@livingprophecy​​ said:  with all we’ve had to go through, we’ll end up twice as strong. the last five years sentence starters.   accepting!

a foolish girl with her foolish thoughts.  the sound of madame vivianne’s voice rings in her ears even louder than before. the whistling of the wind in the trees is almost enough to drown them out, but they come crashing through even so. does she know that her daughter is dead? does she know that ella had done everything that she could to try and save her from the grasp of the darkling and his army? they are questions that spiral through her mind faster than she can control them from overwhelming her. it is apparent, in the dried tear streaks littering her freckled cheeks. 

@adveanture​​​ said: [ LIFT ] : topher lifts ella up, so ella’s legs wrap around his waist. nsfw prompts.     accepting!

the air around them is warm,   filling ella’s head with a sweet sense of pleasure that was already radiating off of her the moment that her husband had found her roaming the halls. moonlight pours in through the large window beside them, the coolness of the stone wall behind her is the only thing that keeps her centered at where she is. without it, ella would be lost in the feeling of his large hands on her waist, tugging her closer to him by the moment as their kisses grow more needy, desperate to be closer than they already are.

from the moment he had locked eyes with her across the ballroom, ella knew that she was at his mercy. there was not a single part of her that did not light up like a thousand fires just waiting to be released. she is the sparks off the tips of his fingers, gravitating towards his infectious pull.